Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 485

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 485**
**CONTENT: Chapter 484 Trouble Audrey Brought**

Lyla stood her ground, facing the group that had intruded upon The Midnight Club. The air was thick with tension as she demanded, “Who are you people? Surely, you must know that causing trouble here is absolutely forbidden.” Her voice, though steady, carried an edge of defiance that echoed in the dimly lit room.

The leader of the group, a man with a sneer that could cut glass, replied dismissively. “Hmph. This little girl,” he spat, his eyes glinting with malice, “has offended our boss. It doesn’t matter where she hides; she’s coming with us.” He leaned closer, his tone dripping with menace. “So here’s my advice, miss: don’t meddle in affairs that don’t concern you, unless you want to invite disaster upon yourself.”

Lyla’s lips curled into a cold, mocking laugh that resonated with confidence. “Oh, is that so? I never imagined anyone in Kingston would dare to speak to me, Lyla, in such a manner. But since you insist on making this a personal affair, I’m afraid I must intervene.” Her heart raced, not out of fear, but from the thrill of standing her ground.

The man’s eyes darkened, a storm brewing in their depths. “In that case,” he warned, his voice low and threatening, “don’t be surprised if we resort to rough tactics.” With a sharp gesture, he signaled to his comrades. “Take them both.”

In an instant, the men surged forward like a pack of wolves. Lyla, quick on her feet, was the first to react, her movements surprisingly fluid and practiced. Lillian, watching from the sidelines, was taken aback by the intensity of her friend’s resolve.

Yet, the odds were stacked against them. The sheer number of attackers overwhelmed Lyla, her strength waning as they closed in. She fought valiantly, but fatigue began to set in, her stance faltering under the relentless assault.

Suddenly, one of the men lunged, delivering a brutal kick aimed squarely at her waist. Just as it was about to connect, Lillian sprang into action, yanking Lyla out of harm’s way and retaliating with a powerful kick that sent the assailant sprawling.

Lyla glanced at Lillian, astonished. “I didn’t know you had it in you,” she gasped, her breath coming in quick bursts.

“Stop gawking and fight!” Lillian snapped, determination etched on her face. “Can’t you see how many of them there are?”

Together, they faced off against a dozen men, the odds increasingly daunting. Lyla was clearly struggling; each kick she had absorbed had taken a toll on her stamina. Lillian, too, felt her energy dwindling, the fight becoming a desperate dance of survival.

Meanwhile, upstairs in the ninth-floor suite, Foster burst through the door, panic etched on his features. “Mr. Whitmore, we have a serious problem—Ms. Harrington is in a fight!” His urgency was palpable, a stark contrast to the calm atmosphere moments before.

Sebastian, caught off guard, dropped his cards and shot out of the room like a bullet. “What?!” he exclaimed, his mind racing as he sprinted toward the chaos below.

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